This time for real

i've seen enough, i've heard enough
it will never be enough.

what will i need to do?

this is the leaving, whats left of me and you.

my last bag packed, the wounds yet to heal, i stand steady....

this time for real.

i look for you, but i know.

on the wall,the frame
the photograph that binds us

smugly aware it was all for show.

the tick tock, the mantel clock time displays defeat.

just one last tryst a pass by the home, of two lives together, but all alone.

the drip drip drop, the faucet echos in a hollow kitchen,
a loveless meal.

i needed your help, i needed sense of direction
something of some sort or any attention.

relationships; make you crazy, make you cry.
make you meager, a beggar a disarray to disguise.

the newspaper sits by your arm chair stand,
your shirt starched and pristine.
however, for the last time.

what was thought to be love, all but turned out to be wool covering the bleeting of the proverbial lamb to slaughter.

I slam the door, for lasting impact, a little self release.
The click clack of heels on pavement, the sound of not looking back

this time for real